Iman smiles gratefully at the Balladeer when he brings over the tissues, taking the box and offering it gently to Greta. She keeps her other arm wrapped around her shoulders; god, but she's glad she has both of them working again.

"Met someone from home in last night's dream," Iman tells the Balladeer quietly. "She was a huge asshole." She rubs Greta's back slowly, keeping her eyes on her. She doesn't know what to say. She can pretend to be strong here, put on a brave face for the Balladeer, offer Greta all the comfort she can, but there's still nothing to say.

Sorry about you being dead and all.

Ugh.

"I'm here," she whispers, and presses a brief kiss to her temple. "We're both here for you. We're not going to leave you."